CHAPTER XVII.
INDIA On his road to the house to pack his portmanteau Godfrey went a little way round to arrange with a blacksmith, generally known as Tom, who jobbed out a pony-trap, to drive him to the station to catch the 7.15 train.

The blacksmith remarked that they would have to hurry, and set to work to put the pony in, while Godfrey ran on to the Abbey House and hurriedly collected his clothes.

He got them packed and down into the hall just as the trap arrived.
As he was entering it the servant put a letter into his hand which she said had come for him by the afternoon post.

He thrust it into his pocket unlooked at, and off they went at the pony's best pace.
"You are going away oncommon quick, Master Godfrey.

Coming back to these parts soon ?" queried the blacksmith.
"No, not for a long while, Tom." "I think there must have been lightning with that rain," went on Tom, after a pause, "although I heard no thunder.